#Roxto

[neteyamssock]

Not so bad, after all.

╰┈➤ PART I.

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: When neteyam and you met each other for the first time, they were overwhelmed with feelings they have never felt before.

wordcount for this chapter: 2.3k

tags: love at first sight, misunderstanding, arranged marriage/mateship, unrequieted love, betrayal, angst, happy ending, etc.

wordbank: 'eveng = child. mawey = be calm. skxawng = moron/idiot. uturu = a request for safe harbor/asylum. tsahik = spiritual leader. olo-eyktan = clan leader. paskalin = sweet berry (?).

A/N: UNEDITED, just word vomit. Tsu'nari is the name I used as a place-holder for reader-insert. I'll try to not use it as much...i'm also new to tumblr and the fandom in general so i hope i'm not doing something wrong??? 😭😭😭 I was going crazy thinking about neteyam and couldn't sleep so i created a tumblr account to posted all these word vomits. I also posted it first on AO3. Sorry for this word vomit, uh... Enjoy?

TEXT DIVIDERS CREDITS TO @cafekitsune

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part ii.

part i.

When your parents joined Eywa’s embrace and you only had your grandfather as your own remaining kin, you knew your life wouldn’t be yours to live. He often said you have an immense potential for greatness, that you were born to lead. You have been expected to accomplish a lot since you were an ‘eveng, and your grandfather saw something in you that he believes would help the clan. 

He’s a vital elder who wields power under the olo-ekytan, helping in the matters of the clan. You knew his ambition for you and your family, but you never once complained for you know what is your duty and responsibility. 

“I’m doing this for you, paskalin. You are born for this, and Eywa bears witness.” He once told you, when you refused his proposal to study under the Tsahik as a tsakarem.

He cupped your face, “I’m running out of time, paskalin. I’m doing this to ensure that once I embrace Eywa’s loving arms, you would be in good hands.”

He thought the only way to ensure that you live a good life is to set you up with the olo-eyktan’s oldest son. When you heard of it, you wanted to disagree, thinking everybody else would too. You didn’t expect that in one typical eclipse, Olo-eyktan would call you and look at you with approval. ���You will grow up into a fine young woman. Learn well under the Tsahik. Do you understand me, girl?”

You agreed, sneaking a glance at the Tsahik and saw her looking at you with an unreadable expression. She actually never consented, at least verbally, but she also didn’t protest it. She was just watching you, assessing your worth like she would do herbs and medicinal plants. 

“Mother is not one who speaks a lot. Her lack of protest is her answer, you know that right? I’m excited for your tsaheylu with Ao’nung, tsmuke. You would make a fine mother and Tsahik of the clan.” Tsireya exclaimed when she learned about your engagement. 

You find it ironic how your clansmen says they know you, of what you will become, but never once heard your silent scream for freedom. They never picked up on the fact that you weren’t happy at this arrangement. But then again, does happiness even matter when duty and responsibility hold the clan together?

“Is there even a problem?” Ao’nung asked you when confronted him about the issue. He seems genuinely perplexed as to why you kept asking him about his thoughts. Then you understood. The reason why the olo-eyktan and the Tsahik agreed wasn’t because of your potential to become a Tsahik. It was always about Ao’nung and his thoughts, and it should've made you flattered. That the future olo-eyktan finds you suitable to lead the clan side by side by him. But it only made the burden on your shoulders heavier.

Eywa was the last one you sought. You asked her for guidance, a hint of what future holds for you. But she only said to wait. That its not the time yet, so you compromised. You accepted everything and remained silent.

Never expecting in one typical wild day for your life to change forever.

When you heard the familiar call of the horn, you didn’t hesitate to ride your ilu back to the shore. You still many herbs you need to pick, but you knew by the sound that something major had happened in awa’atlu. Whatever that is, the sound of the call seems urgent, requiring the attention of the everybody. When you looked above the surface, you happen to see several figures with skin shades darker than regular people of awa’atlu. Not far behind ere banshees you rarely see in the ocean. Your people were surrounding these darker Na’vis, murmurs and gasps could be heard across the beach. 

You saw Tsireya not far away, also riding her ilu, so you decided to whistle to get her attention.

“Who are those, Tsmuke?” You asked her when she came near you. 

“I don’t know yet, tsmuke. We must hurry.”

You saw the people making way for Ao’nung and Roxto, who the two foreign boys greeted with politeness but was met with disrespectful snickering. 

“Look, what is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” You heard Roxto speak in Na’vi, wanting to touch the tail of one of the guests. This earned a look from the two boys. Ao’nung laughed at Roxto’s comment, seemingly agreeing to his friend, making you frown. What a skxawng! Is this how a future olo-eyktan should act to guests?

Tsireya and you reached ashore, pulling the attention of the darker na’vis into your direction. At this moment, your eyes met with golden ones of the tallest among the children. His eyes seems piercing, scrutinizing you before giving you a small smile with intensity that you froze and stopped walking.

Tsireya didn’t fail to notice this as she giggled, whispering to you. “Tsmuke, let’s go.”

You cleared your throat and looked away from those golden eyes, your heart still racing, wanting to beat out of your chest for reason you cannot understand. Mawey, there’s no reason to be afraid. They are the guests, not you.

Thinking once is not enough, Roxto opened his mouth again, “It’s too small, how are they supposed to swim?”

You eyed Roxto with contempt, thinking to yourself. Did it not occur to you that they are not Reef Na’vi? Skxawng. 

Tsireya, who’s nearer to the Roxto, swatted his pointing fingers and warned. “Do not, Roxto, Ao’nung.” Before smiling to the two. It didn’t escape your eyes and ears when one of them softly mumbled a greeting towards your sister that made her giggle.

You took this chance to hide among the people as they gathered around the visitor, observing them with fascination. You have seen Na’vi in this color, most of them are land Na’vi, thus their difference in terms of skin color and tail shape. Their arms were thin, unlike the reef people’s wide forearms. 

When you heard your clansmen’s whispers, you couldn’t help the gasps that escaped you. It is actually Toruk Makto and his family, the Omatikaya people!

Your heart raced even further as you watched the father of this foreign forest na’vis, the Toruk Makto Jakesuli that defeated the sky demons and brought victory and peace among several clans. It is a tale that your grandfather often tells you at night when you cannot sleep. He must be the eldest son of Toruk Maktob and his mate Neytiri te Tsakaha Mo’at’ite then. That’s why you felt like that because he’s the son of a mighty warrior and he himself had passed his iknimaya. 

You wondered what made Toruk Makto and his family come here in awa’atlu. What could be their reason for visiting a clan from so far away, with lots of baggages and storages in their ikrans. Thankfully, the olo-eyktan has finally arrived in his tsurak along with several hunters and warriors. He landed in front of the Sully family, greeting them with respect. The Tsahik has also arrived, giving you a glance as she passed by you. You knew what that glance meant. She wanted you to be infront, to accompany Ao’nung. 

You wordlessly followed her. You tried to ignore the prickling sensation directed towards you as you emerged in front in Ronal’s tow, ignoring the shiver that went down to your spine when you stood face to face with the oldest sully son. 

“Why do you come to us, Jakesuli?” Tonowari’s deep voice silenced all the awa’atlu people, all wanting to hear Toruk Makto’s response. 

Jake looked at his family and spread his arms wide, “We seek uturu!”

You can hear the collective gasps of your clansmen, the suddenly shift in Ronal’s tail movements indicated her disbelief and displeasure, “Uturu?”

The rest were a blur to you as you looked down at the sand in your feet. Uturu has been asked, and no matter how Ronal dislikes the idea of Na’vis with demon blood seeking asylum in awa’atlu, tradition is not something to be questioned. Safe harbor was requested, and Tonowari shall deliver. 

“Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless. My son Ao’nung and my daughter Tsireya will show your children what to do.”

You watched Tsireya guide the Sullys into the village, while Ao’nung looked displeased at his father before looking at you pointedly. You nodded at him with a smile, which made him roll his eyes and follow Tsireya. 

“Girl,” Ronal called you. 

“Yes, Tsahik.” You bowed your head respectfully as her hand landed on your shoulder. 

“Watch over Ao’nung, make sure he does no mistake that will disgrace the clan.” Without waiting for your response, she walked away along with the Olo-eyktan, talking in hushed tones. You watched them silently before looking at the direction where Tsireya and the Sully family walked to.

Neteyam watched the forest slowly faded away from his sight, as they bravely faces the unknown future of their family. No matter how it hurts him to leave his home, Sullys have to stick together. They couldn’t afford losing another one of their family under Quatrich’s knife, and endanger the Omatikaya People for the second time. Their people had lost too much.

He looked at his father, who seems to have aged a lot overnight. His distressed mother who’s forced to leave the place she had spent her life protecting, his youngest sister nestled in her bosom, confused and sad leaving her grandmother alone. His brother Lo’ak who has been silent all the way, still blaming himself for getting his siblings under the enemy’s hand, and Kiri who’s reluctant to leave her ma behind. 

And him… who spent his life striving to become a warrior like his father, excelling as the future olo-eyktan of Omatikaya. 

The return of the sky demons changed their future into something unrecognizable. Neteyam hated it, he hated not being able to see what future holds for him and his family now that they were forced to leave. All his life, he had everything under control (except Lo’ak) and at least he had a grasp of what’s supposed to happen.

Can they really adapt like his father said? Will the Metkayina accept their request for uturu? What could be waiting for them in unfamiliar environment they have never been exposed to? 

They are not meant to be in the ocean. They are forest people, meant to be swinging through vines and flying their ikrans until eclipse. They are meant to fight with bows and arrows, not with spears. Fight in the forest, not the ocean. 

Neteyam cannot help but to doubt, helplessness emerged from his heart and clouded his vision. 

“Trust Eywa’s plans, Neteyam. She will guide you to the right path. Do not fear, for she will be there to watch over us.” Mo’at told him the night before their flight, giving him a small smile and a tight hug, assuring him that there’s always light at the end of the darkness. Eywa’s light.   

Metkayina people are different from Omatikaya in many ways. Not only their physical appearance, but also their way of life. Neteyam wasn’t afraid to admit that they were beautiful.

Especially you. The moment he laid eyes on you, he felt his heart skip a beat, a flutter on his stomach that made him flustered internally. When your gaze connected with his, he couldn’t help but to hold his breath. He kept staring at you, tracing your features and wanting to catch your eyes, but you seem to avoid his, hiding yourself amongst your people.

Neteyam felt his stomach flip as realization dawned on him. Perhaps, you also thought him and his family are weird, so you hid yourself. Neteyam looked away, confused by his own reaction. Lo’ak seems to pick it up as he gave Neteyam a knowing look. Neteyam gave him a glare, thinking that Lo’ak is just the same as him, flustered when Tsireya and you emerged from the shallow waters. 

Neteyam calmed his racing heart and thoughts, attributing it as tiredness. It didn’t help that he’s also on edge due to the Metkayina’s reaction towards him and his family, especially when Tonowari questioned his father about the war against the sky people. He wanted to talk but a simple flick of tail from his father stopped him. 

When he saw you behind Ronal and stood face to face with him, he wanted to greet you, but you never once looked at him, simply staring at the sand in your feet. Ronal began questioning his sibling’s blood as Na’vi, making him angry but unable to do anything, so he directed his gaze at you. Thinking it was the reason for your refusal to look at him in the eyes.

“Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless. My son Ao’nung and my daughter Tsireya will show your children what to do.”

It didn’t escape Neteyam’s eyes when Lo’ak smiled at Tonowari’s words. Making him wonder about you. Are you not Tonowari’s daughter? Why are you with Ronal?

He looked at you one last time and saw Ronal speaking to you with all seriousness, making him even more curious about your identity. With narrowed eyes, he followed his family into the village. 

The next day, Tsireya came early to the Sully’s marui, intending to fetch the Sully children and teach them the ways of the water. Strangely enough, she was alone with no Ao’nung in sight.

“Will he not come with us? Does he dislike us?” Tuk asked aloud, making everyone flabbergasted. Neteyam quickly covered Tuk’s mouth, afraid that she’ll make it even worse with her next words.

Tsireya didn’t take it to heart as she laughed, stealing glances from Lo’ak. “It is fine. He will come, because someone will watch over to make sure he does his task.”

Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat, the scene of you with Ronal yesterday appeared his mind. “Who?”

Tsireya paused, suddenly clueless on how she will introduce you to the Sully. Ao’nung’s future mate? The next Tsahik? Her closest companion and sister at heart? Before she could speak, Lo’ak elbowed Neteyam. “We’ll know in the future. Tsireya seems a good teacher and i’m sure we’ll learn without Ao’nung.”

Neteyam ignored the loss he felt inside and followed his siblings as Tsireya led them to the shallow waters. 

Mawey. Stop this. Why are you acting this way? Neteyam chastised himself inwardly, crushing the budding hope in his heart that you were somewhere in these shallow waters.

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Avatar as random shit I found on my phone Pt.2 ✨

@nashichiyo @lloyd-007 @hyperfixatedfandomer @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie @naavispider @ollieollie0-0 @spicymiilk

[skylarstark4826]

I absolutely loved this Tonowari fanart training his son Aonung. I think it's nice to know that Tonowari wants his son Aonung to be totally and absolutely safe and to always be prepared. I would have really liked to see what in Avatar 2. I would have put a scene as it is and the truth is that he wanted to see that in Avatar 3 we see a scene of it just like it is.

By the way, Fanart from Tonowari's Avatar 2 movie training his son Aonung is not mine. And the credits are not for me but right here I'm going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful Fanart of Tonowari with his son Aonung on Twitter.

[skxawngclub]

— headcanon : what trope they are

ft. neteyam, ao’nung, lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, roxto, spider

neteyam you fell first but he fell harder

ao’nung enemies/rivals to lovers

lo’ak matchmaker gone wrong

kiri fake relationship

tsireya forbidden lovers

roxto sunny (him) vs. grumpy (you)

spider second chance romance

[zynxwrite]

pairings ❰ rotxo x f!reader

roxto crushing on a dance performer, he tries to confess his feelings with a cute gift. fluff fluff fluff filled with fluff.

   "Come on, Rotxo! I'm sure she'll love the gift you're making, I mean you hand picked those shells until sunset!" 

Tsireya made an effort to brighten Rotxo up by speaking positive statements that was empty of lies. He had just recently confessed to her his long-standing crush for you. Who would not? the way you move was majestic, the way your body swayed and danced with the wind, as for your mane glittered with the stars, while the music sang to your movements.

Rotxo spent the entire day collecting seashells of various shapes and sizes along the shoreline. Each shell held a meaning, representing a moment or memory he had shared with you. He arranged them carefully in a small, intricately designed small woven basket that he had crafted himself, pouring his heart and soul into every detail. 

He was not positive of his plan, there are other males, that some are attractive and adored your dancing as he loved you. There's no way that you would see sight of him! 

“But what if she doesn’t like it?! And what-what if she thinks it’s trash?” Roxto looked down at his unfinished work, the seashells reminded him of you. It was beautiful and ethereal. His fear of rejection poured into his feelings, he wasn't sure if he would continue this.

‘oh boy..he sure is nervous.’

Tsireya eyed her brother so that he might give Rotxo some confidence as he continued to give off an anxious vibe. Simply rolling his eyes, he stepped forward his friend.

   "Trust me, girls like her like these kind of gifts. Jus' go with the flow..?" Ao'nung tried to sound normal as he didn't care, but he does know surely that the seashell gift would fascinate you. Eh, what can he say, Rotxo had a good taste when it comes to designs.

“I’m really not sure of this. What if I just admire her from afar and-”

“Rotxo. Calm down.” Tsireya made sure that he looked at her. “Take a deep breathe. She will like it. I promise.”

"Look," Tsireya said, trying to emphasize her point, "You've known each other for so long. She values your friendship, and that's a strong foundation. The gift you're making is not just any gift; it's a reflection of your memories together, and that's something special. Don't underestimate the power of genuine sentiment."

While Rotxo tried to calm down. Tsireya talked to Aonung with just her eyes. They communicated by expressions. ‘Try to be more supportive, brother. He’s your bestfriend.’ She eyed Aonung. ‘I literally don’t know how.’ All Tsireya can do to react is simply sigh. Her brother has seaweed for brain.

"You're right," Rotxo finally said, mustering some determination. "I've spent so much time with her, and every moment has been magical. I can't let fear hold me back."

The sound of gentle waves caressed the shore, creating a soothing ambiance, which somehow managed to calm Rotxo's anxious heart. From afar, he saw you with a metkayina male giving you some freshly picked out flowers. He stopped walking and took a look of his own gift for you. A necklace made out of seashell. Seriously? What’s that compared to a whole bouquet?! Oh dear. His anxiety roared more. His ears folded as he saw you smile..Oh. How he wishes you could smile at him like that. 

He notices Tsireya and the sully kids’ head above water to watch him confess to you. Neteyam gave him a thumbs up to show support while Tuktirey whisper-shouted a ‘Don’t be scared! You got this!’ 

Thank Eywa his friends were there to support him. He finally had the courage to finally walk up to you as the na’vi male was finally away from you. Good.

He could feel his body tremble as your eyes met his. he was like a child who’s scared of non-real monsters. But just seeing you look at him made him..calm. 

“[Name]! Uh-Hi-wait, no. Uh-...Your dance was beautiful earlier. It made me feel relaxed, truth!” You couldn’t help but giggle at him stammering. He’s so cute. Was he not? You turn eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, Rotxo! What is it?"

Alright...This is the time. Butterflies filled his stomach, but he knew he had to do this. He approached with a warm smile, trying to mask his nerves.

"I know it might sound strange, but, um, I collected this seashell for you," he said, feeling a rush of vulnerability in his voice. 

You looked at the seashell with amazement, touched by the gesture. "Wow, Rotxo, this is stunning! You made this for me?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I've always admired how you appreciate the beauty of nature and the little things around you, just like this seashell. And, well, I've been wanting to tell you that... I really, really like you."

He waited patiently, but nervously for your respond. You have been silent for almost 30 seconds. Even his friends started to get nervous. Will you reject him? Will you not? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?! They wanted answers as soon as possible.

“Oh.” Oh? OH?! Is that all? Just oh?

Your  eyes widened, your heart beating faster as it absorbed Rotxo's heartfelt confession. You were touched by his sincerity and courage in baring his feelings so openly. You were...happy. But couldn’t respond. Why>

If you couldn’t respond. Then he will talk, again. "Each of these shells has a story," he began, his voice steadier now. "They represent moments we've spent together, moments I cherish deeply." He picked up one delicate spiral-shaped shell. "This one is from the day we explored the hidden cave together." And he continued with the others. You were fascinated because they were just like a songcord.

Finally, Rotxo reached the last seashell. It was the most exquisite and rare shell he had found, a shimmering iridescent one. "This shell," he paused, a blush creeping up his cheeks, "this one is for you. Just for you, because you are the most beautiful and extraordinary person I know." He looked directly into the reader's eyes, his heart laid bare. "I-I love you, and I wanted to tell you in a way that showed how much you mean to me."

Finally. Your mouth started to move to say something.

“I-” I what? I love you? I hate you? “I..” Please just answer. “I-I appreciate this.”

“I never knew you had feelings for me, Rotxo..” Oh, he was getting rejected for sure. “I love you too.” Wait-what?

“HELL YEAH! YOU RULE, ROTXO!” Spider yelled out of excitement. Making you startle as he came from nowhere-and there you saw a few you na’vi above the water..Who has been watching you for minutes.

“Wait...You do?-how-”

“How can I not fall in love with the one I first performed to?” You smiled and held his hand with the shell-cord. “Don’t you remember? You were the one who first saw me dance years ago.”

Relief washed over Rotxo, and he felt a sense of peace in knowing that he had expressed his emotions genuinely. Regardless of the outcome, he cherished the connection he had with you and the unwavering support of his friends.

“Of course I do.” He smiled. "I've admired you from afar for a long time. Your kindness, your smile, the way you light up the room whenever you enter. I can't help but feel drawn to you, and I've wanted to tell you how I feel for a while now."

You smiled, placing a hand on Rotxo's shoulder, "Your feelings mean a lot to me, and I appreciate your honesty. Let's see where this journey takes us, together."

This night is truly beautiful.

“And that’s how Rotxo and [Name] became official~” Lo’ak Teased. “And you and Tsireya are next.” Neteyam whispered with tease which Aonung overheard and his eyes was ready to strangle someone. “Oh, great mother. Here we go.” Kiri sighed.

As the night continued, the group celebrated under the starlit sky, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams of the future. Rotxo and you held hands, walking along the shore, their hearts now connected in a way that felt like destiny.

"I can't believe I finally told you how I feel," Rotxo admitted, his voice a mix of vulnerability and relief.

"I'm glad you did," you replied, their heart filled with happiness. "You've always been there for me, and I cherish our friendship too. I never imagined that it would lead to this, but I'm so glad it did."

[onskepa]

Can I request a headcanon for A'onung with a shy and like softie reader? Pls-

_(:3 」∠)_

Heeeeeeeeey! thanks for the request! hope I did justify your desire!

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Yuey

I think we can all agree that ao'nung is a cocky little shit that sweet tsireya has to deal with every day.

But she doesnt have to deal with it alone. Oh no. When there is a sweet, there is a sweeter one.

A shy girl lives amongst the Metkayina clan. She is very quiet and more than often keeps things to herself.

It's not that she is anti social, its just she is painfully shy. When she tries to talk to others, her words get all jumbled up and anything that comes out of her mouth sounds like odd sounds.

More than likely, everyone knows she is around, but doesnt do much to talk to her. Except for surprisingly, Ao'nung.

Ao'nung has known the shy girl for a while. Was surprised that he never known nor met her in his entire life, despite both living in the same island, in the same clan.

He met her in a form of wanting to trade the fish he caught for some pretty shells the girl had. But the girl was so painfully shy that she just dropped her basket and ran.

After some time, and actual effort, Ao'nung managed to get the shy girl to speak to him, via a bit stuttering, but managed to complete sentences and be a bit more confident to speak to him.

Despite his brash attitude, Ao'nung likes the shy girl, her little quirks and the way her ocean eyes look at him, and only him.

He enjoys the little things she does to get his attention, be it a little tug on his tail, small taps on his shoulders, or just looks at him waiting to say something.

Despite being shy, the metkayina girl is really good at creating jewelry from seashells and other materials. She would give away her creations and not ask anything in return. Rather just enjoy the smiles and happiness other na'vi So it is no surprise that she would often gift Ao'nug jewelry as gifts, as means to show affection and gratitude from being her friend.

Sometimes Ao'nug is so proud he will parade around the village to show off was his shy friend did for him.

In time, Ao'nug developed a soft, loving, caring, very protective side for his shy friend. Would begin to nick name her "Yuey".

"good morning ma'yuey", "where are you going yuey? mind if I join?", "did you make something for me ma'yuey?", "ma'yuey why must you be so cute?"

Would tease her by addressing her with "ma". To slowly display his real affections towards her, slowly as to not scare her or give her the wrong idea.

She does blush every time he does, and ask him to stop or not to say it in front of others. But he loves the blushing look so much, he would do it on purpose in front of everyone and smile as his yuey weakly hits him. Which feels like mere tickles.

Should anyone bother, or mistreat his dear Yuey, he wont hesitate to start a fight. Which has happened, thankfully, not all too often.

But the times it has happened, Rotxo would join in those fights. Tsireya would try to stop them but it be the shy girl to disrupt the fights with a simple tear. Making Ao'nug quickly stop. And treat any small wounds he has.

She wont stay mad at Ao'nug, pout definitely, and be annoyed with Ao'nug calls her pouts "cute" and "adorable" and would poke at her cheeks.

"your cheeks are so cute ma'yuey how can I not?", "I'm sorry yuey", "ma'yuey, can I pinch your cheeks?", "yuey, you're adorable when you pout"

Ao'nug for sure begin to see a future with his lovely Yuey, perhaps with a steady flow, get his yuey to be more confident in herself, but still be gently, and soft to the others.

Heck, Ao'nug would begin to secretly make courting gifts, and perfect and hone his skills as to impress his yuey, and pray to Eywa that the shy girl sees him the way he does to her.

But he wont present them until his sweet girl is ready or begins to show her feelings for him.

Which we all know, she low-key down bad for him. But wont say anything due do over thinking of the possibility of being rejected.

When will they confess? only Eywa knows the answer to that.

Yuey = beautiful [inner beauty]

Thank you Mandomaterial for this request! I hope it is to your liking!

[afro-hispwriter]

✨Avatar Twitter AU✨P.1

[itzymaeee]

Shitposting

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

*A rare video of lo'ak,aonung and roxto practicing dancing wet by bed so lo'ak can ask tsireya out for a date.

[ivonhart]

seashells | rotxo x fem sully!reader

— oneshot

masterlist

requested by: anonymous

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @junkfoodcinemas

summary: After your family seeks Uturu with the Metkayina, you find yourself getting closer to the free-diver named Rotxo.

a/n: I somewhat used the way Rotxo's actor described him while writing. Also, to whoever requested this one shot I'd like to apologize if this isn't how you imagined it. I struggled thinking about what he would do to embarrass himself since his character is rather mature to me.

The first thing you noticed after getting off your Ikran was the way the sand felt in between your toes. It was soft like the moss in the forest, not as rough as the bark lining the trees you once jumped around on and warm from the sun beaming down on it.

As your father and mother started moving their way towards the Metkayinas you worked on untying a basket from your Ikran. As you perched it against your hip, Kiri made her way over to you and grabbed your hand.

Despite her hardened face, you could tell she was scared so you gave her hand a small squeeze before moving behind your brothers. The steady increase of Na’vi surrounding your family had you stepping closer to your mother’s back, pulling Kiri in closer in the process.

You weren’t a fan of the heavy gazes from each clan member as they assess you and your family. Two boys around your age made their way through the crowd and walked around Neteyam and Lo’ak.

Their laughter filled the air as they pointed at their tails. Your family’s autonomy was odd and unfamiliar as theirs’ was to you. Wide ribs and arms with a tail that was flat along the sides without any hair. You couldn’t help but study the closest boy to you.

His short hair fuzzed up on his head as he stood next to the taller boy with a braided bun. You found yourself intrigued by the light blue color of their skin and the strips that wrapped around their body. Strips that you noted almost looked like waves in a way.

“Do not, Rotxo. Ao’nung.” The sudden new voice pulled you from your thoughts, only to see the boy you were looking at holding your gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you were quick to look away. He was pretty.

You stayed close to your mother as the Olo’eyktan, Tonowari, and Tsahik, Ronal, made their way towards you. After you gave your greetings, Tonowari began speaking. “Why do you come to us, Jakesully?”

“We seek Uturu.” Ronal was quick to interject. “Uturu?” She eyed her mate with a disbelieving look. “A sanctuary for my family.”

“We are reef people.” As Tonowari spoke, you watched Ronal look over your family. You remember your father telling you the story of when he first met Grandmother…you wonder if this was how he felt.

“Their arms are thin.” Ronal stated while observing Tuk. You suddenly felt a sharp pull on your tail, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth. Out of instinct you pulled back and your hold on your basket slipped which caused the contents to spill on the ground.

The Tsahik eyed you then the flowers and plants that scattered the sand. Quickly, you dropped to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Tsahik.” Tonowari could see his mate falter for a second before turning towards Kiri while continuing.

“You will be slow in the water.” Her large hands grasped around Kiri’s small wrists and yanked them up. “These children aren’t even true Na’vi.” You saw her feet step around you and the remaining fauna on the ground towards Lo’ak. “They have demon blood!”

Your collecting was halted and you glanced down at your hands. Four fingers…not three. As your father gained the attention back on him, Neteyam appeared next to you and quickly packed the rest of the flowers in as gently as he could before helping you back up.

“I was born of the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt. We will adapt.” It took some time but the Tsahik finally agreed. The Uturu was granted and after the Olo’eyktan stated his children would help with the learning, you slowly stepped forward.

“Tsahik?” Your voice was low and you dipped your head when she gazed down at you as you extended the basket you held. “I did not want to come empty handed. The basket holds flowers, leaves, stones, and vines that I thought would be a good ‘thank you’ gift.”

You shifted from foot to foot and inhaled deeply, trying to keep your voice steady before looking up at her. “The ones I picked out where the ones I found are easy to make clothing from. They are also very pretty.”

It felt like eternity before the warrior took the basket for you. “I apologize for the quantity. It started off full but we had encountered a storm whilst traveling and many fell into the sea.” A low hum fell past her lips before she perched the basket on her hip and turned around.

A long breath left your lungs as she walked away and you looked to your father and mother with a large smile.

-

Rotxo was the first to notice your absence from the group and looked around. He asked the others where you had gone and after getting a confused response from Ao’nung about who you were and an alarmed one from the brothers and Tsireya he decided to back track.

His eyes scanned the coral for any signs of you until he finally spotted you hovering around a patch of coral. One hand full of different shells that had caught your eye while the other shifted the plants around in search of more.

He remembered from yesterday that you offered materials to make clothing and came to the conclusion that you had gotten distracted by the new materials to work with. And he was right.

While you had initially started with following everyone, your attention got grabbed by the different shells you saw scattered around the ocean floor and coral. You couldn’t help but start collecting which ultimately led to you getting left behind.

As you gathered more in your hand Rotxo watched how your hair floated around your head and the difference from your dark blue skin to the light of the ocean. He couldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t intrigued with you because he was.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he suddenly saw you drop the shells and push your way towards the surface. You got so distracted by the new material that you didn’t realize you were running out of air until your chest started burning.

Out of sheer panic you launched to the surface but hadn’t realized how far down you were. Your heart smashed against your ribs and you desperately clawed your way to the surface until you suddenly felt large arms wrap around your waist.

As you finally got air in your lungs once more, your hands were firm on the shoulders of the one who saved you. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” The soft voice caused your ears to flick as you opened your eyes to see Rotxo. He had saved you.

After a few seconds of looking into his light eyes you couldn’t help but start laughing, causing your head to fall back. “I can’t believe I almost drowned because I got distracted by shells!” You said in between laughs and large breaths.

Rotxo loosened his hold on your waist to allow you to move slightly away although you still kept a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at you with a soft chuckle and as you calmed down you looked back at him with a large grin.

“Thank you for saving me. Though this is rather embarrassing.” He shook his head. The smile on his face did not falter as he responded. “No need to be embarrassed. The coral is rather beautiful.”

You nodded with his statement as you floated further from his grasp, your eyes looking down at the water trying to find the shells you dropped. Rotxo heard a small hum pass your lips as you did. “Maybe I should get a small basket to collect?”

The boy smiled as he watched you squint your eyes to see past the moving water. “Perhaps we should save the shell hunting for later? You still have much to learn.” In an instant your eyes snapped back to him while going wide.

“Oh, Great Mother! I’m so sorry.” As you started slowly swimming towards the rest of the group, Rotxo followed with a laugh.

-

You were quick to notice that Rotxo brought peace and understanding to the group. No matter how many times you or your siblings got something wrong he never had an ill word to say or a scoff to release.

He never said a mean word or sent a side glance after the initial meeting of your family. He was as gentle as the waves you found yourself laying in while looking up at the sky.

It had been almost a month since you first came to Awa’atlu and you spent the majority of the time with the boy learning their ways and with each passing day you found yourself thinking about the Metkayina.

As if Eywa heard your thoughts, the boy that took over your mind made his way over your floating body. His face created shade from the sun that heated your body and the water below. “Rotxo.”

You said with a large smile while standing up, your legs still knee-deep in the water. He matched your expression while holding his hands behind his back. “What are you doing here?” You said while tilting your head. “And what’s behind your back?”

The boy shifted his weight as his cheeks began heating up. His once light blue cheeks tinted a deep teal while he spoke. “I–” He cleared his throat. “I have a gift for you.” The words came out fast with nerves at your unwavering eye contact.

“For me?” Rotxo met your eyes once more with a small nod before shifting his hands around and pulling a free one in front of him. “Give me your hand?” His question was hesitant, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and without a second thought you raised your hand with the palm facing up.

The action caused the boy to smile more. Ever so softly, the boy’s free hand cupped the underside of yours. His skin was soft, oh so soft. Yet strong. You couldn’t help your fingers twitching around his hand as he did it.

“You’ve been working very hard and have improved a great deal since you first came here and I wanted to celebrate your passing of retrieving the shell.” He watched as your grin grew tenfold over the praise.

He knew you had been nervous about diving for a long time after your slip up the first time in the water and after hearing you passed from Tiserya he wanted to get something for you. You watched as he pulled a filled sack from behind his back and placed it in the palm of your hand. 

“While you did your test with Tiserya I swam around and gathered seashells I thought you would like. I wasn’t quite sure which would be good for weaving so I picked up an–” His words were cut off when you launched into his arms.

The sack locked firm in your hand as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh Rotxo, thank you!” With your chest pressed together, both were able to feel how fast your hearts were beating at the contact. 

His large hands encased your waist and back as he pulled you closer. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short when your ears picked up laughing from the shore. “Oh look, Rotxo and the freak are gonna kiss.”

As the two of you separated, you saw that the boys were the ones that hung around Ao’nung. They were mean and cruel. They were not like Rotxo. The boy looked over at you with a solemn expression at the use of "freak" before grabbing hold of your hand and making his way back to the shore.

Away from the boys. “Aw don’t leave.” One said while they jogged over. “Yeah, it’s not everyday one of our own starts courting a demon.” You tightened your hold on Rotxo’s hand as he quickly tried getting the two of you away.

Rotxo was kind. Gentle. Perhaps too much in fact when it came to other people. He didn’t wish to pick sides, he wished to get you away. However, he knew the wish was too easy as you got harshly yanked back.

“Look at her fingers.” The sudden pull of your hand caused the bag of shells you held to tumble into the sand. “Leave us alone.” Rotxo softly said while you pulled your hand away with a small hiss. “Why? What if we want to hang out with her as well?”

The boys laughed as they started circling around the two of you. Rotxo puffed his chest out as he stepped in front of you. “Let us pass.” This time, the boy’s words held a bit of bite that masked his uneasiness.

The one that shared a similar hairstyle, yet unkempt, to Rotxo scoffed. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll make us pass.” His words shook as they came out, causing the boys to laugh. With the small distraction, Rotxo quickly spun around and used his tail to slap the leg of the boy out from under him but grabbing your hand again and running.

You two didn’t get far, however, when one of the others tackled Rotxo, sending the two of them into the ground. You watched as Rotxo struggled under the boy's grip with a bleeding nose before you jumped on his back with a hiss.

Using all your strength you rolled over and kicked his back when he was on top of you, sending him into the ground behind you. You were quick to scramble up and take Rotxo’s hand. 

“Quickly, Rotxo!” Not expecting the strength you possessed resulted in him falling back into the sand after getting pulled by you. After a few seconds he managed to get his footing once more and the two of you took off in the direction of your family’s Marui.

-

You and Rotxo sat in silence as you tended to his nose. After reaching your Marui and seeing it empty you decided to aid him. His eyes were downcast and his ears flat. “Rotxo, what is it?” You finally asked after you finished cleaning his nose. “I’m just sorry. I suppose. Embarrassed maybe?” He said in a soft voice. His eyes not moving from the floor.

“I tried standing up for you and it ended with us on the floor. Tried being like Ao’nung. You even lost your shells because of me.” You leaned forward and softly grabbed his hand. “Rotxo, it was not your fault.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “I should’ve fought them to protect you. I should hav–”

“No.” You were quick to cut him off. “No, you did everything right. Mindless violence breeds more mindless violence. There is nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about.”

You brought your other hand up and cupped his cheek so his eyes would meet yours. "You handled the situation the way you felt comfortable with. Not like Ao'nung, but like you."

His large eyes stared into yours which resulted in your heart to pick up. In the blink of an eye your lips gently pressed against his for a few seconds before you pulled away; your hand dropping away in the process.

Rotxo’s cheeks darkened as his wide eyes stared at you, but this time you were the one with the downcast eyes. Too afraid to see his reaction. Silence filled the air for a moment before he softly said your name.

When you met his eyes once more he whispered. “I See you.” A large smile graced your lips as you instantly replied. "I See you."

[livelaughloveloak]

texting atwow characters pt 4

Omgg it's been too long since I posted for this series but I promise I'll post more frequently 🤞

other parts

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[rayassecretlife]

pleaaase can we have some virginboy Rotxo, extremely horny but clueless to the whole shabang ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- nothing too smutty, ‘just the tip’ action

- kind of want to read him slowly losing himself over it , brink of crisis bc pussy is just THAT good , even if it’s just the tip

- “ thank you great mother “ , “ oh eywa “ 😫 I just looove Rotxo sm, he is the cutest

please write this, if it isnt too much to ask 🤍

Soooo I’m gonna try this but I can’t promise it’ll be the best just because I never write for Roxto and depending on who I’m writing for is like how good it’ll be or feel if that makes sense. I put my own little twist on it but not really a twist, kind of just him being clueless to everything. But enjoy this!! Very short, couldn’t find the best plot for this so it’s kind of straight forward.

Listen to my voice

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Roxto x Fem!Metkayina!reader

Warning(s): Praise kink, Mature language, oral play, unprotected p in v, etc.

“Y/N… it hurts…” You frowned at the boy under you, watching his body squirm in your grasp. Poor boy, he had no idea what was going on—no idea he had been entering his first rut. You were somewhat confused that he didn’t understand anything, seeing as he was 19 and had a few girls he’d talked to before. “Why do i feel—what is—eywa, make it stop!” He was frantic, scared of the pain that built up into his body. It was new and very, very strong.

“Tam, Tam, Sweet boy. I’ll help you” Your soft voice somewhat soothes the boy as you sit against his thighs, fingertips running down his heaving chest. He was so nervous, watching your every move as your hand made its way to his loincloth. “This has never happened to you?”

“O-once… but I slept it off because I didn’t know what to do with it” You pout. He was so cute. So innocent under you, practically letting you do whatever you wanted as long as you took this pain from him. His parents always had been strict, but you didn’t realize how bad it had been till now. Their son was almost 20 and never even got himself off.

“I’m gonna remove this, okay?” Your fingers tug at his loincloth and he nods desperately, begging you to continue your actions quicker. Your eyes that had once been on his, were now looking down at the hardness under you, cock pressing between the two of your bodies. “Aw, baby. Your dripping” A soft whimper escapes his throat while your thumb runs along his blueish-green tip, beads of pre seeping out every time.

“Eywa—I-I-“

“Tìmweypey, Ro. I’ve got you” your hand strokes his hair, calming his nerves and slowly rutting hips against your touch. He was a whimpering mess under you, this feeling being one of the weirdest he’s ever felt. He barely had control, no choice but to submit to your words while you continue to tease him. “I think you need something better” You hum, head leaning down to plant small kisses up his jawline. You felt the wave of hormones rush through your body and you could tell you had been soaked, feeling the wet patch under you that began to form onto his thigh.

“Please, Y/N. Please, make it stop” He practically cries as you attached your lips to his neck, leaving a series of dark and wet love marks everywhere you could. You wanted everyone to know you did this to him—for his parents to know he’s not so innocent anymore.

“Follow my lead, okay, Pretty boy?” You place a small kiss to his lips before leaning back, your hand pulling him with you till your back pressed against the sand. He was still barely holding on above you, waiting for your next step so desperately it made you feel bad. “Come on, Baby. I know you can figure it out—your a smart boy” It takes him awhile to finally look down between you two, seeing how his length dropped down onto your abdomen. He gave you a concerned look but you only nodded, rubbing his shoulder to comfort his heavy breathing. “You got it, Just feel it”

You took his length in your palm, watching his eyes squeeze shut but you quickly called to him, free hand cupping his cheek with a small smile. “I don’t…I don’t know how-“ You urge him to take himself from your grasp, now holding his fully erect hard-on in his shaking hands. He studied your cunt from the view he was in, slowly rubbing his tip to your cunt for just a second. “I…” a soft gasp left his mouth and you giggle, coaching him to move forward.

“Just the tip today, okay? Does that sound like a plan, sweet boy?” Your words were so gentle against his ear, stroking his back with your fingertips as he hesitated to push into you. “It’ll feel better, I promise” you sooth and he opens his eyes to look at you, nodding his head before looking between you once again, watching as he slowly but surely lined himself up to your entrance.

“Y/N, I—Mmph!” You let out a shaky breath at his whimper, turning you on more then before. He slowly pushed inside you, only till a small bit further more from his tip. Even then, you felt full, just listening to him above you was more then enough to get off. “Eywa—Oh Eywa, feels s’good” Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, nails threatening to scratch his shoulders. He was trying his hardest not to lose himself, not to try and fuck you senseless.

“Mmm, told you. Feel better?” You don’t receive a response, just another small grunt leaving his throat. He hadn’t even moved yet, only stilling just a tips lengths inside you but still losing his mind at the feeling. Your walls were squeezing him so tight, milking his pre into your seeping cunt. “So cute, such a good boy” Another whimper and you were sure it was enough to make you feral. He was so adorable.

“Great mother—baby” You shush him, fingers running through his hair as he hid his face between your neck. You could now hear his sounds so clearly, each one making you more and more wet. “Want to go deeper… please let me go deeper” You blush at his begging tone but shook your head, placing one small kiss to the side of his head.

“Not today, Pretty boy. Can feel you twitching. Gonna come already? Aw, baby. For me? That quick?” You taunt and he cries out, fingers digging into the sand beside you. He wanted to kick himself for waiting so long to do this, for waiting so long to do anything at all. Because this? It felt unreal. Your cunt was Heaven around him—so wet he could’ve slipped right out and your walls were firmly tight around him, almost like you’d been afraid to let him go. “Such a good boy, begging for me?”

The tips of his ears burned with heat as his tail waged, your praising words doing unspeakable things to him. “Mmm! Please just let me…” you dismiss his request once again, earning more whimpers and whines from them. You wanted to tease him, but he was hurting, and you hated to watch him like that. “Please let me…!”

“Doing so good, just listen to my voice, okay? One step at a time, Sweet boy”

This was so bad, I’m literally falling asleep Lmao. Thanks for requesting! And reading!! Usually this would be a long writing but I got a little lazy because it wasn’t something I’m used to.

Please don’t forget to check out my masters list and request! I loveeee requests and I’m sorry to the requester of this because it’s very short but this is kind of just a hold you over since my Neteyam shorts are moving slow.

[huymadovan]

We protect Spider in this household 😤💞

I'm obsessed with Spider and giving him a happy life!

[sunofpandora]

Can we identify actors to their cgi faces?:

An experiment

So I rewatched avatar twow with my friend.

And during, she said,

“Damn. I would have never guessed that Kate winslet plays Ronal. The CGI makes thre na’vi characters look so different from the actual actors.”

And as much as there is SOME truth in that statement, the CGI in the movie is extravagant.

But, I had to disagree.

Because I think that the na’vi and their faces do look like the actors.

So we argued for a bit, and ran an experiment.

Featuring my partner, I sent him pictures of avatar characters, and created a matching game where he has to match up the characters to their actual actors based on facial features.

But there's a twist,

My partner has never seem avatar 1 or 2.

Edit:

(btw, @eclipseatsea, i thought of you while doing this, idk why, please don't think I'm weird 😭 you just give off such positive vibes 💕)

[skylarstark4826]

The truth is that I won't lie even though I didn't like it very much that we say the way Rotxo was scared and terrified while he watched how they tattooed Aonung... I must also accept that I really loved the way that when Rotxo was scared I looked for ground and shelter between Aonung's arms. I honestly imagine Rotxo and Aonung in this way in the Avatar 3 movie.

By the way, this beautiful and absolutely incredible fanart of Aonung and Rotxo of Avatar is not mine and the credits are not for me. But he informed you right here I'm going to leave you the link of the real creator on Twitter.

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Avatar Modern!Au Drawings

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[dirtytransmasc]

random avatar hc's cause I'm bored. (these fall closer to canon, and not for one of my au's, so like... vaguely 'normal' spider, not so nice neytiri, etc. unless specified otherwise)

spider and tuk are besties. the way she sorta hides behind spider when she blows a raspberry at lo'ak? she knows he'd take her side in a fight. spider will never tell her she's "too big" for anything, he literally works out partly because he wants to be able to carry her for as long as possible. he goes out of his way to play with her when her siblings ditch her. take whole days to just follow tuk around and do what she wants to do. she made him a songchord and goes to sit with eywa with him so he won't be alone. doesn't get why people don't like him, cause she thinks he's the best. so she tries to make him happy when they're together. pisses neytiri off, cause she always wants to spend time with spider, even when she tells tuk not to (it makes spider sweat bullets, cause tuk refuses to let go of his hand and neytiris just glaring at him, and he almost wants to beg her to let go)

ao'nung is also tuks best friend. they bully each other, but get offended if anyone insinuates they don't like each other. she's still mad at him for being mean when they first met, won't let him live it down, even years after the fact. braids his hair all. the. time, he can't get her to stop touching it.

even outside of my blessed spider au, spider has connected with eywa, cause she accepted him no matter what, he just doesn't tell anyone. she knows how to connect to humans now, via her roots, so she connects with the boy. he feels like if he points it out he'll get in trouble or he'll be 'using eywa' to get what he wants (which isn't true, but the boy has some irrational fears cause ✨trauma✨)

ao'nung and rotxo 'dated' as kids, like schoolyard crush type dating, cause they were really young. it lasted a few years (on and off) from like 6ish to 10/11, but to this day, they're still very close. like, its odd to find them not touching each other or cuddling or holding hands. they're inseparable and have no clue what personal space is, at all. they still say "I love you", kiss eachother's cheeks/foreheads, ao'nung is possessive, roxto is always talking about him. they're platonic they swear (not a soul believes them).

neteyam doesn't want to be chief, sometimes he hates being jakes son because of the weight on his shoulders, but he doesn't complain cause he doesn't want to be a disappointment, and he doesn't want to watch his siblings struggle to carry the weight themselves.

spider self soothes by brushing a thumb over his own cheek or running his fingers through his hair or holding his own hand. he's so insanely touch-starved its not even funny.

he's also a maladaptive daydreamer. I got no solid reason, it just feels right. gotta deal with his loneliness and metric ton of big feelings in one way or another.

he also feels the urge to talk to himself, a lot, especially when he's out alone in the woods. he just happens to think the ato'kirina are a coincidence (eywa listens to him attentively like a mother should).

spider tends to 'ignore' signs of eywa when it comes to himself, because he can't accept that eywa would ever wish to connect to or guide him. (its a running theme in my hc's)

after sorting out their drama, ao'nung is really close to lo'ak. after neteyam's death he sorta becomes his big brother. their dynamic is a mess, but they make it work. ao'nung is sorta like a punching bag for lo'ak a lot of the time (like hopper and mike in that one scene in season 2 of stranger things). ao'nung hates watching him mourn (he wishes he had died instead. for more then one reason, but that's a big one). other times they're super sweet on each other, play roughhousing, just hanging out, lightly teasing one another. they're my messy boys.

kiri refuses to pick between spider and rotxo. they don't mind. polycule for the win.

spider isn't immediately accepted by the metkayina, but he tries really really hard to prove himself, and does make some sort of name for himself. they may not all like him, but they respect him.

spider learned to treat bullet wounds after having to sit behind neteyam, staring at the bullet hole, and not knowing what to do. he blames himself for neteyams death, but he thinks that if he knew what to do, if hadn't frozen, if he'd known what to do, maybe he would have lived.

ao'nung has a disproportionate level of big brother instinct, relative to his general asshole personality. he's insanely protective of anything smaller them then him, even if he himself hates it. aka, even before he accepted spider into his friend group, or the village as a whole, he was instinctively protective, embarrassingly so. still kicks himself for getting lo'ak hurt (he meant to scare the piss out of him sure, but he never wanted him to get hurt) and he genuinely cringes, one of those full body shakes type cringes, when he thinks about it. he hates its.

spider doesn't know how to properly show affection after always being denied it, having to suppress it (not being able to affectionate with the other sully kids in front of the elders), etc. so now he sorta just struggles. the sully kids don't really notice how he hides his affections, how he's timid about it, what he considers to be affection. the metkayina kids are not used to it, they are genuinely concerned. spider is genuinely afraid to be nice to people when not in private. he's deathly afraid of receiving affection in front of others.

tsireya and ao'nung (sorta rotxo too, but he's dating him, so its kinda different) forcibly adopt him after a while, they can't help it. he's like a kicked puppy, its hard not to love him.

roxto's grandma (who raised him, canon, cause i said so) and all his brothers and sisters (he has a big family, mostly adopted siblings,) love spider, so he has a little makeshift family.

spider would, whether he was accepted as one or not, become a warrior after what happened that night in the forest (getting kidnapped) and what happened on the ship/to neteyam. he won't let himself be taken off guard again, he won't let the people he loves, even if they don't love him back, get hurt again. he vows his life to the na'vi, to pandora, to Eywa herself; he will die before he loses someone else.

spider and lo'ak orange cat energy, kiri and tuk have tortie energy (sassy queen), roxto is a tuxedo cat, ao'nung and neteyam are black cats, tsireya has tabby vibes (sweet but sassy). (fight with the wall)